Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 168: Little Lawyer

Moana

“You know…” Ella frowned and folded her arms, puffing out her chest confidently before I could say anything. After those little girls nastily called her a half-blood and shoved her, I had expected Ella to come to me crying and that I would have to send them to the headmistress’s office, and all on my first day of teaching. But instead, Ella stood up straight and took on a confident air that I hadn’t expected from her.

“Buzz off,” one of the other little girls said, waving her hand dismissively. “We don’t bother with half-bloods. You smell.” She pinched her nose, causing the other girls in her group to giggle.

“You’re really mean!” Ella replied. “Why do you have to say things like that? Didn’t your parents ever teach you to treat everyone equally and with respect?”

The little girls giggled nastily at Ella’s comment. Even though Ella was confident, I was well aware of how school bullies functioned, and I knew that she wouldn’t get through to them. I would have to speak to their teacher or even their parents, and that would be the only way to stop the bullying. Even then, many kids continued to be bullies regardless of the repercussions. It was sad that Ella had to realize this on her first day of school, but it was the truth.

“Ella,” I said finally, stepping in. “Take your seat. I’ll handle this.”

However, Ella just ignored me and kept reprimanding them with even more vigor.

“You should learn to treat everyone nicely,” Ella growled. “If you were half human too, or even a whole human, you wouldn’t like it if anyone else said mean things to you. My daddy always says to treat everyone else how you want to be treated!”

little girls went silent. I was shocked by Ella’s impressive public speaking abilities; she seemed to have gotten it from her father, I thought to myself. The mean girls’ apparent leader, the redhead with the pointed face, scowled deeply and seemed as though

and had now gathered around and were beginning to cheer Ella

one little girl said — I recognized her as the timid blonde

introduced herself as Stacie earlier, said loudly. “You’re always bullying everyone! You’re just a big meanie because your

things got any worse and more insults got thrown around. “Let’s all settle down.” I then looked down at the mean girls, who were still sitting on the floor but whose faces were all beet red by now, and I frowned. “I won’t

at desks and revoked their privilege to sit on the cushions for that day, and instead let Ella and her friends sit there. Ella grinned

mom,” she said

gasps across the room. One of the kids who was sitting with Ella

fact that Edrick had told the news that I was her mother, but it was still strange to hear her refer to me as anything other than my first name. Not only that, but I quickly became worried that the other kids would like her less if they knew that I was her “mom”.

“She’s the best mom

smiling up at me, but I quickly blinked it away. A

teacher,” the little girl said. “But she works at an office. My dad says that she’s a ‘pencil pusher’. I don’t know

stifled a laugh, and finally decided to cut the discussion short

so the children could get comfortable with me, and then ended the class with a coloring session. I actually got along well with all of the kids, and even the nasty girls seemed to have settled down their bad behavior. Soon enough, the half hour of the class flew by and the childrens’ teacher came to take them back to their classroom. Ella and all of the other kids waved at me as they

Ella’s little speech and the way that she exposed our “relationship”, I noticed that no one seemed to be bothering her. I ran into Ella a few more times that day during lunchtime and recess, and she didn’t seem to be having any more trouble with anyone. In fact, it seemed as though Ella had even made quite a few more friends by the time we walked out of the school together that afternoon. Everyone must have wanted to be friends with the cool new girl who stood up to the bully and whose mom was the art teacher. As I took her little hand and led her out of the school, I couldn’t stop smiling; although